This is a song about "Being in army"

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Of being fooled in a prank, which blew me in fragments

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Blow up and being in a position

Riding around without a fuck given

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Just for me being weird in the past/

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store